Day +3592: Gloom, despair, and agony on me…

“…Deep, dark depression, excessive misery
If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all
Gloom, despair, and agony on me…”


10/1/2020: Greetings from the continuing world of slightly wacky blood counts. Karen is ok; and will fill you all in on the continuing saga of the monthly monitoring adventure shortly. So, today’s episode along the path of “everything is ok, but let’s check approach” – was Bone Marrow Biopsy Number 14 ( plus or minus one). Karen was queued up for conscious sedation as lying on her belly required for the procedure is somewhat problematic when your body wants to play rounds of random whole body spasms. Best way to describe the procedure is %*$&@* painful. (Search the blog there are picture from previous ones or trust me.)

“…And all I’ve got is time until the end of time,
Well I won’t look back.
I won’t look back…”

The Hopkins Covid procedures resulted in me being banished to hide in the car in the parking garage… think they would have preferred the trunk, but let’s not get side tracked. A few hours passed and I got the text:

“I’m done with procedure. They will bring me down to where we parked”.

How did it go?

“Ok.”

The wheelchair showed up shortly thereafter, and we were on our way home. Next came the quiet comment: “She (Nurse Practitioner) hit a nerve. It happens.”

Karen described it like Sciatica, and the ride home was not pleasant. Once home, Karen tried walking around the deck for awhile and then – exhausted, she dropped into bed.

“…And when you call and need me near
Sayin’ where’d you go?…”

The napping downstairs was interrupted by a tiny voice: “Misch, I’m bleeding.”

Yup, dark red blood. Well shit, that is a new one for our biopsy game. So, a little augmentation to the hospital bandage was in order. One 4×4 and a quarter mile of paper tape! Got it. Alright, we’ll watch this carefully too. Hard to walk to ease the nerve pain and maintain constant pressure on the biopsy puncture.

“… Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin’ to find the ocean
Lookin’ everywhere…”

Hey, Karen is fine … fine … fine … fiiinnnne….
Just got to take easy for a few days, let the puncture heal, and sit on grenade pins a few days until the biopsy results make themselves known. Easy.

“…What’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?…”

Ok, since this is our blog, I threw in five sets of song lyrics.
I sincerely wish all the fellow travelers on this journey the best!!!

Note: If you’re having trouble following my ramblings and musings, just replace all the adjectives and verbs with a universal four letter word starting with ….may I have an ‘F’ please, Vanna.

Cheers,
Michael

2 Comments so far

  1. FUCK

  2. Laura on October 1st, 2020 at 8:00 pm
  3. Damn, hoping the pain and additional blood resolve soon. Wish the time until results goes quickly 🙂

  4. Debbie on October 2nd, 2020 at 12:08 am

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